Victoria Okuneye Facebook ad: “Pastor Hurts, Pastor’s Wife Hurts More, Part 3”

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Pastor Hurts, Pastor’s Wife Hurts More – Part 3 “So let us not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time, we will reap a harvest of blessing if we do not give up.” *Galatians 6:9* This is one of the Words of God that has been my motto since I gave my life to Jesus Christ. I also saw my mother hosting guests in our home while growing up. I grew up in a large family where we embraced one another. I have four stepmothers and several stepbrothers and stepsisters, but my father made sure we were united. I later left to live with my aunt in another city, which also changed my life for good. Guest traffic in our home there was less than in my parents’ home. Eventually, I got married to a pastor who is committed to the Lord and His work. So, keeping our home is a major responsibility for me, and also a joint responsibility. I could meet people in the church, speak with my husband, and he would agree to us bringing them into our home. Here comes my story. When we moved to Poland, I thought helping people should be part of ministerial etiquette. I acknowledged the fact that there are several people we have helped whom we didn’t even remember until they later called our attention to it, saying, “I once stayed in your home.” There was one case I would never forget—a situation that made me feel like David, cursing his enemies in Psalm 35. There was a lady who was very fervent in the church and highly skilled in many areas. She could play the guitar, she was very good with children, she could sing, and she would do anything for the Kingdom of God. We sincerely appreciated her very much. However, she was very closed and reserved; she wouldn’t talk. Several times, we made attempts to visit her, but she declined. After a few months, she stopped coming to church. We didn’t have her contact, and her phone number had changed. There was no clue how to reach her. Then, during one of our weekly services, as we arrived as usual, the security officer in charge of our building told us to call the police station. He said the lady had come to cause trouble with the security men, turned violent, and they had called the police. According to the report, when the police arrived, they discovered that she had a history of a particular illness. (Abroad, everything about you is linked to your social security number.) Immediately after checking her records, the police called an ambulance, and she was taken to the hospital. We went to the hospital and were informed that she had been homeless and had several cases with the police. I had to buy her some essentials because she had nothing with her except her handbag. She was hospitalized for about three months, and by the time she was discharged, she had nowhere to go. Her landlord had thrown her belongings into the building’s storage facility and told her to come and pick them up. She had lost her job, and her papers had expired. When she was discharged, I offered her a room in my home, but she vehemently declined, stressing that “demons were chasing her and wanted to destroy her,” and that she didn’t want my children to be attacked. I told her no demon would attack my children. I brought her home, and she stayed with us for a few months—no documents, no house, no job. We were able to get help for her to regularize her papers. We went through the highest authorities when the immigration office was still at Długa 5, Warsaw, using her medical predicament. We were favoured. I went with my baby, who was about seven months old, because there was nowhere to keep him. While leaving the office, the city guards almost gave us a ticket, but we received favour again because my son was crying with us. The officers told us to go and never park in such a designated area again. To the glory of God, He showed us favour, and everything was sorted out. She got a job a few weeks later, secured accommodation, and my husband and I helped her move her belongings into her new apartment and settle into her new home. Later, her sickness returned. She became violent toward everyone and began saying all kinds of things—that her parents back home wanted to kill her, that we wanted to give them her address, and that we were bad people. She blocked us and wouldn’t pick our calls. My husband said we had tried our best and that I should leave her alone; however, we would still pray for her. I was not bothered about what she said about me or the church because of my past experiences with such people when I worked with Professor Lambo of Lambo Foundation several years ago. **Now, the hurts.** The hurtful part of this story was that someone went on social media and wrote a very malicious and untrue story about us regarding this matter. Someone was kind enough to send us the link. Sometimes, leaders don’t know much about what goes on unless they have the FBI or spies as part of their leadership team (laughing). There was a lot of gossip, and people were spreading the news around—some believed it, and some did not. When I read it, I was deeply saddened. I showed the link to my husband, and he told me to leave it to God. I said, “No way! I need to book an appointment with the writer so we can meet and talk.” I also prayed for the writer. I left a comment requesting to meet with him or her. The person needed to provide evidence, as I had proof of the full story. I challenged the writer to bring forward his or her proof. I kept leaving comments until I could no longer access the link. Our offense was that we helped people, and the enemy used it to create malicious propaganda. I hope whoever wrote that story will one day read this write-up and repent. There are some things that even when you repent, restitution is still required—curses may still be pending. Almost seven years later, during one festive period, I received a message from the sister asking for prayer because her problems never seemed to end. She said she believed strongly in our prayers and that God hears us when we call on Him. We prayed for her, and after that, we did not hear from her again. We trust God to help her and grant her peace of mind in Jesus Christ’s name. Please pray for your pastors. My prayer is that God will vindicate us in all areas where we do not have a voice and are wrongly accused, in Jesus Christ’s name. May God make us so relevant that we cannot be ignored. May God silence the voices of the enemies and make their ways slippery, in Jesus Christ’s name. Nothing will stop me from being good to people. There are fantastic people we have helped and they are doing fantastic. We cannot generalize everyone _ No! But there are a few that leave bitter taste on your mouth. I want to say here that not everything you read about others on social media are true. You need to deliberately do your research and you finding. Watch out for Part 4 Diary of a Writer Pastor's wife Victoria Okuneye @followers Follow Jesus

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